Johnny had never actually been to a Hooters restaurant before and he was struck by the overwhelming sexuality of the girls. Everywhere he looked, curves and smooth skin served to taunt him mercilessly. He was also becoming aware of a new sensation; his tiny pen-is was throbbing anxiously but impotently inside its minuscule steel prison and unable to get even the slightest bit erect. Up until just this morning, the sissy masturbator had been free to play with himself whenever his wife's back was turned but this terrible device had put a permanent end to such activities and Johnny wasn't sure how he was going to deal with it.
When Jordan came back to their table, she laid a single menu before Helen and placed Johnny's bottle before him. As she adjusted her white halter top before him, Johnny gaped foolishly at her generous bosom.
“Don't even think about it, sissy boi,” Helen reprimanded him, “Girls like Jordan here aren't interested in a pamper princess that wears diapers.”
The waitress chuckled and smiled down at Johnny who clearly found her beauty very intimidating.
“How about this—you leave the women of this world to the real men, and they'll leave the diapers and rubber panties to you, okay?”
Johnny blushed anew and shriveled lower in his chair as his mother-in-law smirked with satisfaction.
Helen picked up the menu and scanned it quickly.
“I''ll take the garden salad and he'll take kiddie meal,” she said as she handed the menu back to Jordan.
With a wink, Jordan took the menu and left to put the order in. Just then, a pair of younger waitresses came up to get a better look at Johnny.
“Does he wet his diapers too?” one of them asked pointedly.
“Oh yes, just like a little child, he managed to wet his diapers on the way over to my house this very morning,” Helen told them, “And of course—he's a chronic bedwetter, which got him put into diapers in the first place.”
Johnny could do little but nurse from his baby bottle as he endured being the humiliating subject of their conversation.
“Is he simple or something?” the other asked, trying to understand.
“Oh no—he's just a sissy, that's all. The fact is, Johnny would rather be dressed like a baby and wetting his diapers than try and meet his adult responsibilities,” Helen explained, “He's got a nursery at home and a crib that he sleeps in, along with a playpen for toddling about.”
The two girls giggled while they shook their head in amazement.
“Wow—there's no way my boyfriend would let someone put him in diapers—you really are a big pantywaist,” the brunette told him in her condescending tone of voice.
Johnny's chest and cheeks blazed with humiliation.
As the two of them walked away, Johnny looked up to see Helen looking over his shoulder and a big smile growing on her face. With growing apprehension, Johnny slowly turned his head to see what she was looking at.
To his shock, he saw his wife Alyssa and her new boyfriend walking into the restaurant, arm in arm.
Suddenly gripped with panic, Johnny let out a little cry of distress as a torrent of hot pee began flooding his diapers. He gasped in despair but he was helpless to stop another strong flow following the first, quickly saturating the thick, fluffy cloth embracing his loins. His cheeks blazed with shame as the pee pooled around his tiny caged pen-is and then began soaking into the absorbent seat of his diapers. Fortunately, his frilly, vinyl-lined rumba panties did a wonderful job of keeping it all in. With a sob of resignation, he relaxed as a third, equally strong stream flowed into his now soggy pampers.
Alyssa stood before them, hands on her curvy hips, looking down at her sissified husband with a big grin on her face.
“Well--looks like your new 'mommy' has you well in hand,” she said with a superior smirk.
Johnny bit his lip as the warm pee surrounded his hips and between his thighs. He wanted nothing more than to flee the room but there was nowhere for him to go.
Alyssa's new boyfriend was a tall, hunky man with a bristled growth of a couple days on his handsome face. He shook his head and chuckled as he gazed down at the diapered sissy sitting before him.
“This outfit really suits you,” Alyssa remarked, “And while you're enjoying your soft, prissy diapers today, Hank and I will be having some adult fun back home.”
She fondled her boyfriend's crotch lasciviously and everyone marveled at the massive bulge in his pants.
Just then, Jordan came up from behind Helen and she took a moment to admire the prime example of masculinity standing before them.
“Why don't you tell your wife's new boyfriend why you had to wear diapers in the first place, Johnny?” Helen prodded him.
Johnny's face turned scarlet and he stared at the table, unable to look anyone in the eye.
“Come on, you can do it,” she told him, “Everyone knows you're nothing but a big baby but why don't you tell him how this all started.”
Johnny cleared his throat.
“Um, I uh...” he began haltingly, “I sort of, um, wet the bed.”
“Speak up, sissy—he can't hear you,” Helen commanded in her cutting voice.
“I'm a b-bedwetter,” he sobbed as tears of shame filled his eyes.
Jordan bent over, giving the humiliated sissy a staggering view of her mouth-watering cleavage.
“Aww, you poor little thing,” she said in a syrupy voice meant for toddlers, “Is mommy's little boy wet now?”
Johnny looked back at her in a panic, his red face betraying his condition. Already, a strong waft of pee was floating up around him as he sat in his warm, soggy diapers.
Helen recognized immediately what was going on and she quickly reached inside the elastic waistband of his rumba panties to check for herself.
“You're soaked, you little bedwetter!” she announced loud enough that the tables nearby could hear her.
Having been short his entire life, Johnny was particularly sensitive to being referred to as 'little' but of course, that was overshadowed by the more shameful 'bedwetter' epithet.
He could only cringe in silence as Alyssa exhaled in exasperation.
“Do you have a place where I can change this baby's diapers?” Helen asked Jordan.
“Sure thing. You can do it in our break room. There may be some girls in there if you're okay with that.”
“Perfect,” Helen said with here authoritative tone, “Come along Johnny—it's time to change your wet pampers--again.”
“I think we'll leave that to you,” Alyssa said as she slipped her arm inside of Hank's, “Johnny—make sure you mind your babysitter and we'll be going now.”
Pulling him to his feet, Helen led the red-faced sissy to the back of the restaurant and into a pair of swinging doors. A few girls were eating or looking at their phones when the pair entered the room.
“Hello ladies,” Helen announced, “I hope you don't mind but this sissy wet his diapers and I need to change him.”
The girls all laughed and told her to go right ahead.
Johnny cowered in humiliated silence as his mother-in-law took his changing pad out of her voluminous diaper bag and laid it out on the floor. This was followed by a fresh set of diapers, a pair of pink plastic panties, baby powder, and Desitin cream.
“Alright sissy, let's get those wet diapers changed,” she said as she began pulling his clinging rumba panties down off his sagging diapers.
Johnny bit his lip again as she unpinned the heavy wet cloth and put it in a separate bag. Trying to hide his caged pen-is, Johnny attempted to cover his crotch with his hands as the girls stopped what they were doing to watch this childish ritual.
Sitting him down on the stack of diapers, Helen brushed his hands aside but Johnny stubbornly tried to keep them in place so the Hooters girls wouldn't see just how tiny his package was. With a swiftness he wasn't prepared for, Helen grasped his ankles firmly with her left hand and abruptly swung his legs up and over his head. At the same time, she reached into the diaper bag to retrieve an oval shaped wooden paddle. Without another word, she harshly swatted his bottom several times with a blistering impact, causing the helpless sissy to cry out in pain.
“Quit fidgeting, you little pansy!” she snapped angrily, “Do I need to put you over my knee?”
“No Mommy,” he wailed, “I'll be good.”
Several of the waitresses giggled and they were busy snapping pictures of the Johnny's embarrassing spectacle with their cell phones.
Satisfied with his obedience, Helen set the paddle down and began smearing diaper rash cream across his red, swollen bottom. This was followed by a thorough powdering between his legs and over his little, caged willie.
One of the girls placed her phone closer to get a close-up of his powdered, chastised package as Johnny sobbed in shame.
“You see girls, this little sissy isn't mature enough to wear big boy underwear and he certainly can't be trusted not to play with himself. So it's diapers and a secure steel chastity device for our little Johnny here,” she explained as she pulled the thick, fluffy layers of soft cotton cloth up between his legs and pinned the sides snugly together.
“Mm-hm, from now on, you can look forward to a life of diapers and rubber baby panties,” she told the blushing sissy as she snaked a pair of pink waterproof panties up his legs and worked them over his fat diapers.
One of the girls, a striking brunette, was watching the two of them with obvious interest as she changed out of her uniform. She smiled down on Johnny who was far too humiliated to return her gaze. And it wasn't made any easier by the outfit she had changed into; now she was wearing a snug pair of pink short shorts and a matching crop top that struggled to contain her big, beautiful breasts.
“You know, I used to have a little brother who was an absolute bully to those around him,” she began, “He would pick on the kids smaller than him and even harass the girls that were in no position to stand up to him. One day, my mom had had all she could take and she went and bought a full set of baby's clothing for him. After giving him a good, hard paddling, she transformed him from an obnoxious, bratty boy into her adorable little baby girl, complete with soft, fluffy diapers and plastic panties. He never bullied anyone, ever again.”
Helen was putting her diapering supplies away as she nodded her head appreciatively.
“Sounds as if your mom really knew how to properly discipline her boy,” she said.
The pretty brunette giggled.
“Oh yes—and after that, she turned his bedroom into a complete nursery with a crib, playpen, and lots of cute baby dresses and rompers. He went from being the neighborhood's worst bully, to a sweet, diapered little sissy baby.”
“Sounds very much like someone we know,” Helen said with a smirk as she pushed the nipple of Johnny's baby bottle into his mouth.
“And I have to say,” the young woman continued, “I'm glad to see you're not afraid to use the paddle—these sissies really benefit from having their bottoms warmed from time to time. It really takes them down a peg or two.”
“I couldn't agree more. This one earned himself a trip over my knee just this morning and I'm a firm believer in addressing any naughty behavior immediately, and regardless of the company present. If I feel he's earned a spanking, he'll find himself over my lap regardless of where we happen to be.
“You can be sure I'll be keeping this sissy on a short leash while his wife is finding a real man that can satisfy her needs.”
The brunette smiled approvingly at the picture Helen was painting.
“By the way—my name is Denise and if you ever need a babysitter for your little boy, I'd be happy to lend a hand.”
“Helen, and I'm pleased to meet you,” she said as she extended her hand to shake Denise's, “Can I get your contact information? One can never have too much help when it comes to raising a bedwetting sissy like Johnny here.”
“Certainly, here's my number,” she said as she jotted down her information.
“I think you made the right decision in locking up his little pee-pee,” she said as she handed Helen her phone number, “The fact is--most sissies are chronic masturbators and a good, secure chastity device is exactly what they need.”
“Oh believe me—I know,” Helen agreed effusively, “This one was playing with himself in his diapers every chance he got until I put a stop to it. Now his erections and orgasms are a thing of the past and he can look forward to a nice, chaste lifestyle.”
“It really serves you right, Johnny,” Denise told him as he nursed from his bottle, “You obviously need your diapers like any baby and so it only makes sense to lock up your little pee-wee.
“But don't worry—you'll soon get used to a life without orgasms. It will be frustrating at first, but then after a while, you'll forget all about what an erection ever felt like.”
Although Denise was far too intimidating for Johnny to look at directly, he couldn't stop himself from taking discreet peeks at her out of the corner of his eye as he nursed from his bottle. With her slim, bare waist and voluptuous curves, she was physically everything and more that one could ask for in a woman. And although her eager views on spanking and chastity sent shivers down his spine, he had to admit in his heart of hearts, that the idea of this incredible woman changing his wet diapers and tucking him into his crib at night definitely held real appeal.
Sneaking a quick glance at her sexy, full breasts, he nursed harder on his baby bottle, imagining it was her nipple in his mouth, rather than a rubber teat.
Maybe being a chaste, diaper-dependent sissy baby wouldn't be so bad after all?
THE END
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: Mommy Knows Best, pt.3 - A Trip to Hooters (Read 6147 times)
